Tag: Poetry community
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the selfie defence
Why did you want to be in a relationship? I wanted someone to make me happy.And what would they gotten in return? They would be happy making me happy.And what would you have given them in return? Silence (I already answered that).Wouldn’t you try and make them happy too? Silent Silence (See previous answer).Isn’t that…
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the heart is found in stillness
I sought you high amongst the skiesUntil the clouds interposed upon me,Their unwanted sadness, grey and cold.I sought you deep amidst the waves,Until their depths closed over me,Their unwanted sadness, blue and old.Now I stand myself still, lost now, waiting,Biding my time and guarding my hope,That within my heart’s stillness, aeons afterward, I will heal…
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the knowing
Maybe you’re afraid I’ll find you out, completely, It may be I’ll reject you totally, and whisper walk away.Or more fearfully perhaps, that I’ll choose to stay,And analyse all I’ve found about you – scientifically…as flaw found by flaw ground I start the dismantling, Shattering you into fright sized fragments,scattering those now unencumbered segments,as dust…
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the wanderer who knew the way
I seem to have been sent forth, without future provision, maps left behind unfolded, all useless now anyway.
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These last seconds
“To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.” Ulysses, Tennyson. We were once light of reflex and clear of mind, We leapt cloud ward, and swept caution aside, We were strong, certain and swiftsure. Besides — The world was ours : with all of its riches yet to find. Was there any uncertainty?…
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All I could have
i was the hopeful,You were the hoped for.Mine was the heartful,And you were the hurt full.Intrinsically.Now I watch you meander away,from me. To another ocean, another sea.And though I still am that river,Renewed before your eyes: a well spring:Albeit frozen then fed by a glacial source, I still feel my heart flow away from all…
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the glass translucent
Poetry wise, I’d never want the glass too clear, So obviously, so much so you’d easily know, What I’m saying.
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the sin of empathy
Do not be taken in by the devil’s ministrations,He wants you to feel sorrow for their sorrows,He wants you to bend the knee in forgiveness,And if you stray, if you yield, you will have sinned.Do not commit the sin of empathy my brethren,Do not fall by that wayside as so many have done before,For once…
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only you are there
I know. I know. I know you know. What you’ve done to call to and kindle your sadness.
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too late
When the cold came I cowered in fear When the sun shone I hid my eyes When the wind blew I plugged my ears When the rain flew I shielded my face.